same skin, different person

I really missed you today. Like really, really missed you.

I watched the kids taking prom pictures, while I sat at the park, as the sunset over the river. The same park where we went. The same park where that older woman told us that we looked beautiful together.

And I don’t know why I felt such an overwhelming need for you in that place.

I suppose it was the old memories.

It is so strange being in the same place but having such a profoundly different life. Having a new apartment, new clothes, new friends, but being in the same exact place. In the same exact skin that your hands once touched. With the same hair your fingers ran through. Yet, not at all the same person I once was with you.